The Girl Can't Help It

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As long as you know,

I won't waste time lying.

Right. I got no time to waste.

Tom Miller.

Small-time agent.

Once, a touch of class,

but been dropping steadily.

Owes two, maybe three g's

spread around town the hard way-

office rent, apartment, big bar bills.

Hey, you even had

your Diner's Club card canceled.

You left out I owe the paperboy.

I also left out you once had

a great nose for finding new talent.

Dug up some big canaries.

But the booze got in your way.

Couldn't hold on

to the canaries, right?

Right.

Anything else I can tell you?

Like how my drinking

got in the way is my business?

Thanks for the old movie

and the autobiography.

Integrity. Hey, I like that.

Even when you can't afford it, huh?

[Boisterous Laugh]

[Mock Laugh]

That makes it integrity.

Hey. Hey, you got a point there.

Okay, cool off.

Besides havin' an eye for talent,

you never mix business with pleasure.

Kept your hands off the lady clients.

That I like.

Sit down, Mr. Miller. We're both

a couple of has-beens... temporarily.

Come on. Sit down.

All right, roll it, Mousie.

- Here's your drink.

- Thanks.

I collect old newsreels

I got personal interests in.

[Announcer] Mayor of New York

personally attacks illegal gambling.

At last, Mayor hits jackpot.

Mayor bids bon voyage to slots.

Now other poor fish can gamble.

Meanwhile, back at the municipal court...

the king of the slot machine syndicate,

Slim Murdock, is taken into custody.

I was Slim Murdock in those days.

Gambling equipment seized in raid

on Murdock's Long Island casino burns.

Tip by rival mobster Legs Wheeler

resulted in killing 13 of Murdock's mob.

Murdock, escorted to court,

vows to wipe out Wheeler.

I got out of that one too.

We had lawyers in those days.

Besides, I jumped bail. That's how come

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